"I can't believe you Kim; you used to be so good, so innocent. What happened to that Kim I used to know?"

"That 'Kim' got locked up just like her Dad!"

"I thought you were stronger than that" My mum walked out of our families' kitchen, or well what used to be. I didn't exactly have a family anymore. Everyone was slowly disappearing, proving my theory right. I just stood there, running my hand through my silk blonde hair. I knew that I was once innocent, sweet and strong but no one can stay strong forever, even the fierce blonde everyone came to know and love had to break at some point and that point came today. The day when I finally realized that no matter how hard you try to keep the ones you love from hurting you, they will always finds a way to leave you broken.

I looked around the kitchen. It was like any other kitchen. An island in the middle, cupboards covering the wall on your right as you walk through the kitchen door and a fridge in the far left corner with the essentials next to it and some more cupboards. But it held so many memories, so many bad memories that I just couldn't forget. Everything he did, everyone her hurt...everyone he left. It all happened in this exact kitchen.

I headed upstairs to my bedroom which I used to share with my little sister. I walked through the wooden door and sat on my bed. People may not like it but I'm not going back to how I used to be. It's how I got into this messed up situation in the first place. I heard a knock on the front door so I ran downstairs to answer it, passing my mum in the living room on the way there.

I opened the door to find a tall, dark haired man standing there. "And you are?" I rudely asked.

"Please may I speak to Ana Crawford?"

"Mum there's some old dude at the door for you" I said as I saw my mum come round the corner from where she had been previously watching 'Friends'.

"Who is- oh hi Stephen. What brings you here?" she barged me to the side so she was opposite the man in about his mid 40's.

"I need to re-schedule our date" Stephen answered.

"You could've said that over the phone you know, or are you too old to know what that is" my mum shot me a death glare as I said that. "What he is"

"Don't be so rude!" she turned back to Stephen. "However she does have a point, couldn't you have called?"

"I am sorry for turning up randomly like this but my phone broke and i was passing your house any way so it was just easier" he was starting to sweat.

"When do you want to re-schedule the date for?" my mum asked a bit too eagerly.

"I was hoping this Saturday night" the man now had sweat patches under his arms and I couldn't help but giggle under my breath earning another death glare from my mum

"That would be fine, I will be ready for 7" and with that I walked round the back of my mum and slammed the door on Stephen.

"DATE?"